Amist of Raine Is Cruel- -
Raine couldn't stop thinking about the mist
It was just so wet and cruel
But she could never forget the gist (wasssh)
O’ver lands and cradle lines
Valleys low at shore
That morning, Raine was shocked by the twist
She had to calm herself with a ridicule
Raine couldn't stop thinking about the mist (swisssh)
Later, Raine was spooked by the bliss
She tried to focus on a drool
But she could never forget the gist (wasssh)
thunder lightening
Rain pour down on me
Heated tried to distract her with a fist
Said it was time to start thinking about the pools
Raine couldn't stop thinking about the mist
Raine took action like a grist
The mist was like a toxic school
But she could never forget the gist
thunder lightening
Rain pour down on me
Raine nosedived like a white midst
Her mind turned into a vestibule
Raine couldn't stop thinking about the mist
But she could never forget the gist
12/22/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A Villanelle verse
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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